Tales from Wolf Island

Today I leave my sanctuary of Wolf Island to return to civilization and no doubt, its discontents. Perhaps, when there, I will close my eyes and see the fog in the fir trees, the moss on the rocks beaten with waves, the sunlight radiating through the high cedars, the mountains in the distance. I... Sign in to see full entry.

"The greatest poverty is not to live in the physical world, to feel that one's desire is too difficult to tell from despair." Wallace Stevens, "Esthetique du Mal" We left the warmth of the island to troll once again for the elusive salmon. We are between the Winter and the Summer seasons of salmon.... Sign in to see full entry.

What draws people to the sea? What draws people to the mountains? We live on a forested island surrounded by sea and mountains. The depth of the water dramatically plunges from the high rocks of the shore, called the Cubs. We, the island, are the Wolf. The waters off shore are teeming with the sea... Sign in to see full entry.

Wolf Island sits in the corner of a bay in the middle of Vancover Island's most prolific fishing waters. Orcas breach in front of the house chasing king salmon. Halibut are moving into shallower waters. The snow covered mountains of the Olympic Peninsula reflect the sunrise in the distance. Island... Sign in to see full entry.